Though being quite well-traveled and well-read for 1272, Lady Eleanor has no idea that far-off Hawaii even exists, and if she did, oh, my, gentle readers, she would daydream about being in that tropical paradise with Lord Hugh, dreaming that he’s holding her gently in his arms as the trade winds caress them….But (cold hard reality!), that’s not likely to happen, since Lord Hugh has made his antipathy toward her very obvious, not to mention his condescending treatment of her, and it’s all over the poaching conspiracy in their adjoining forests and his conviction that women are all brainless ninnies. Little does Lord Hugh know that he is about to get to know the real Lady Eleanor, whose intelligence and wit will vanquish him, leaving him bereft until he can make her his. Oh, so perhaps Eleanor can dream of those tropical sunsets after all, and, the music, oh, the music! ‘Tis not like that music the jongleurs and musicians play in her Great Hall. Nay, not at all. Should you like to sample some, click on the last link below!
If you enjoy real, traditional, lyrical Hawaiian music, and if you’re ever on Oahu, don’t miss Sunday and Tuesday evenings at the O’Lelo Bar (families and kids welcome — outdoor venue w/great pupus, etc.) at the Aulani with island treasure Jerry Santos: http://www.olomanamusic.com/index.html and here’s a favorite song known all over the islands: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FgraeK4M9a0
Alas, the tournament is over, and, sadly, Lord Hugh went down to defeat….but only in a cyber, virtual manner. Eleanor wrings her hands a bit, gazing out the window at her forest, but, ultimately, she knows that in the real world, there is no one who could vanquish Lord Hugh, he of the intense blue-eyed gaze that sets her pulse racing!
Down the winding stone staircase she goes, directly to the Great Hall. ‘Tis time for a goblet of wine while she awaits the entrance of the real, flesh-and-blood (Eleanor blushes at the word ‘flesh’) Lord Hugh. He wishes to discuss her supposed mismanagement of her lands, and she must be at the ready. How can she argue with him, she wonders, when every time her eyes meet his, every cogent thought she has vanishes from her brain? Courage, she tells herself. She can do this! What think you, Gentle Reader?
‘Tis the day of the match! You have only a few hours to vote, Miladies and Milords! Eleanor is clasping her hands in hope — loosing them only to sip a bit of wine from a silver goblet every now and then, as she waits for the close of the match. Aaaaah, if only Lord Hugh will win….!
The day of the tournament approaches, gentle readers, and Eleanor is quite beside herself! Next Thursday, March 12, is the day when her handsome — but, oh, so arrogant! — Lord Hugh will challenge another hero on http://www.entangledinromance.com. She cannot imagine precisely how this will work (what IS the internet? she wonders), but, as long as Lord Hugh is involved, her heart is there. She blushes. What if anyone else knew how she felt about Lord Hugh — most especially he? Her heart races. No one can ever guess, she vows. What would happen if Lord Hugh discovered her secret longing for him? She shuts her eyes….
Gentle readers, as you may remember, Eleanor is beside herself with anticipation! Lord Hugh has been entered in the Entangled March Madness Tournament! She now knows ‘t shall take place March 12, a day she now awaits eagerly. Ah, yes, ’tis all about Lord Hugh, for, those who wish can vote for him ‘gainst his rival, Drake. This Eleanor understand clearly.
However, there is one aspect of this tourney that troubles her, and, perhaps, gentle readers, you may clear her confusion. She has heard it bruited about the castle that one must go somewhere called “the internet” to vote for Lord Hugh on March 12, at a place that (this truly makes Eleanor blush!) is called http://www.entangledinromance.com. What, pray tell, is the internet? ‘T cannot be a village in England, Eleanor muses. Perhaps ’tis some tiny hamlet with only a few crofts and peasants. If so, how can she or others even hope to find it? And the http://www.entangledinromance.com? Is that the name of a croft or somesuch? She is mightily perplexed.
In any event, she will investigate as best she can, all the while gazing out her window every now and then, hoping to catch a glimpse of that arrogant, but handsome, Lord Hugh, whose blue-eyed gaze makes her shiver from head to toe.
Stay at the ready!
Eleanor is beside herself with anticipation! Lord Hugh has been entered in the Entangled March Madness Tournament! Although she herself is not quite sure what this is, any chance to see Lord Hugh –or, (oh, be still my heart!) to vote for him– brings a blush to her cheeks!
This is last year’s contest:
So, gentle readers, kindly avail yourself of the ability to vote for Lord Hugh, he of the intense blue gaze that sets Eleanor’s pulse racing in a most unseemly manner. Stay at the ready!